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Help us create more sweet stories, while enjoying exclusive content. Join today! 🍭 Narcissa chose to wear a highly exposed red summer dress to the Potter home the following day. Her favorite color was red since it complemented the red accents in her hair. Even though it was nearly October, the weather in southern England was usually warm, and it happened to be in the midst of a scorching heat wave.
Her shoulder straps stretched somewhat as they moved down to conceal part of her enormous tits. The dress hung loosely, and Narcissa could expose her nipples simply by pressing her upper arms towards the sides of her boobs. Her tits jiggled as she walked, threatening to spill out the sides of the garment entirely. The cloth was also barely a few inches below her crotch.
Harry would be home soon. Narcissa had a plan to take her sexual taunting of him to the next level. Lily, being so conservative and pious, had always made certain that Harry's PC in his room had a porn filter on it. But, in light of Harry's medical prognosis and with some nudging from Narcissa, Lily agreed that the porn filter could be removed. So, before he returned home that day, computer-savvy Narcissa removed the application.
Narcissa then waited for him to get home, go to his room, and start masturbating, like a cat preparing to pounce. She lingered outside his door for a few minutes after hearing him shut his draperies to make the room dark, then waited a few more minutes until she assumed he was fully engaged in a masturbation session. She then knocked on his door.
"Harry, are you in there?" "Is it okay if I come in?" Harry felt this was strange since she never came into his room. Everyone had been giving him the solitude he needed, especially recently. He reasoned that it had to be something significant.
"Uh yeah, just a minute!" Harry hurriedly changed into shorts, dashed to his computer, and switched on the light next to it. When he switched on the display, the computer came back from sleep mode. "Come in!" he said, pretending to be busy on the computer the whole time.
"Hi Sweetie, How are you doing in here?" Narcissa said as she entered the room and took a look around. "It appears to be very dark and gloomy. Are you okay?"
sheltering from the heat?" The thick draperies remained in place. closed, giving the impression that it is nightfall even when it is not. It had only been 3:30 p.m.
He didn't respond. He was too afraid to respond immediately.
"Sorry to disturb you," she said, "but I was thinking about you probably sulking up here in your dark room, and I thought I'd come in and try to cheer you up." "Is that okay?"
"Sure, it's okay," he responded, turning around to get a better look at her.
Whoa! I've seen Narcissa in pretty exposed outfits before, but never like this! For one thing, I believe I can see the contour of her nipples through her clothing from here! I really believe I can! This is similar to what Mom wore yesterday, but 10 times more so.
Harry had spent the most of the day at summer school thinking about Narcissa or Lily, but the reality made the fantasies appear cheap and shallow.
Narcissa approached him and bent over the computer to see what he was doing. As she approached the screen, she placed one of her breasts on his shoulder. That was also really unique.
In an effort to see her face, he peered back over his shoulder, but his gaze was drawn to her other breast instead. He realized, "That loose hanging dress allows me to see not only an entirely naked breast but also clear down her stomach!" I'm seeing a whole breast over here. No less than a massive pale Narcissa breast!
He simply stood there dumbfounded till Narcissa remarked, "Mind if I have a seat?" "Uh, sure."
Narcissa took a chair and slid it near his right side. "What are you doing there, sweetie?" Are you surfing the web?"
"Yeah," he said, turning to face the TV, but it was the picture of Narcissa's massive boobs that stayed with him.
Narcissa took a step forward. "What page are you reading? I have a hard time reading a computer screen without my glasses."
"Glasses?" he inquired, "I had no idea you wore glasses."
"I don't usually. Only when I have something hard to read." Narcissa didn't require reading glasses, and she didn't even possess any. But that was an excellent reason for her to place her face so close to the computer screen that she looked like a nearsighted person. That caused the front of her dress to open up again, showing all of her breasts.
Narcissa sat next to Harry, and his chair was pushed up under the desk and near the computer screen, making it difficult for him to glance across at her. But he suddenly discovered that, in the dark, he could see her boobs precisely in the screen's reflection. Harry wonderedFor some reason, Narcissa seems to be utterly unaware of what she's displaying. Perhaps it has something to do with her nearsightedness. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her breasts via the screen's reflection. Thank God for summer clothing and this scorching heat!
Until recently, Harry had never considered Narcissa in a sexual context. He was blind to her stunning beauty since he had learned to see her as his second mother. This has begun to change in recent days.
And today, that old way of thinking has entirely vanished. As he peered at the screen's image, his head was flooded with lustful ideas and desires. The scent of her delicious perfume was also clouding his mind. She had a vanilla scent about her. His penis was already erect, and it became so hard that it sprang out the front of the shorts he had put on fast. He was really cursing himself now for forgetting to put on underwear in his haste.
His hands were on the computer, and he couldn't think of a way to push his erection back into his trousers without drawing attention to himself. Then he realized that if he just moved a little farther forward, he could leave it out, and it would be too deep beneath the desk for Narcissa to notice. That, he determined, was the best option.
Harry noticed that he had a news story open on his browser. He likes reading the news.
"Interesting article," Narcissa said as she read it. She assumed she'd give him as much time as he needed to gawk at her tits.
He locked his gaze on them for many minutes. He remained ecstatic, but his racing heart gradually subsided.
She finally seemed to complete the article and returned to face him. "I came in here because I thought there might be something that could cheer you up; I know you've been falling behind on your work lately, so your mom decided it would be okay to remove the porn filter from your computer as one way to help inspire you; I removed the program while you were at school, and I wanted to show you what kinds of things you can see on your computer now."
Whoa. This unexpected turn of events caught Harry off guard. What is she trying to say?
"As you probably know," she went on, "I don't get a lot of romance from my husband; I hate to admit it, but one way I compensate is by looking at Internet porn, and your mother made me fall in love with muggle technology, especially since my husband can't use it. There's a lot of crap out there, but I wanted to show you some sites I've found that are really good, and I wanted to show them to you now that you can see them.
What else could he possibly say except yes? "S-s-sure." He (rightly) found it difficult to accept that a gorgeous centerfold like Narcissa would ever need to look at Internet porn to have sexual enjoyment. But he wasn't about to intervene.
Narcissa took hold of the mouse and started clicking. "You wouldn't have been able to check out this site yesterday, but today, voila!"
Narcissa had spent the previous days gathering the greatest photographs she could find, and she had begun sifting through them. She'd really posted them all on a new website she'd made. "Can I simply bookmark these pages so you can find them later?"
Harry was still too astonished to talk and could only nod. The screen was loaded with photographs of attractive nude ladies. She'd looked for photos of herself that were at least somewhat similar. A big fraction, like her, had white hair and blue eyes. Another recurring motif was alabaster skin.
Harry felt a rush of sheer ecstasy as she passed through them. The sensation of his penis reclining in the open air, but covertly concealed from Narcissa breathing over his shoulder, was nearly too much for him to bear.
She arrived at an image that was nothing more than two gigantic tits. The size and placement of the tits coincided with the picture of her own tits seen via the monitor's reflection. They, too, were hanging out of a very freely hanging dress, much as hers was at the time.
Harry said, "If she only knew!" My heart is racing; can a teenager die from overworking his heart? Seriously!
She was correct. She had prepared the reflection and everything else ahead of time. But she didn't tell anybody what she knew, particularly when his erection was visible under the desk. "You like that one, eh? As a matter of fact, I like that one too. Of course, I like men, but I must admit that looking at a sexy woman turns me on just as much. That's why I'm showing you my favorite pictures of women. I thought you'd like them just a little bit more than my pictures of men, right?" She nudged him in the shoulder with her own, and they both laughed.
Harry was so scared that he laughed too loudly and for too long.
She became solemn and turned to gaze into his eyes with a worried expression. "You don't think there's something wrong with me if I get horny when I'm looking at women, do you?"
"Oh, no.... No! That's okay." Being asked simple questions gave him an opportunity to reclaim his voice.
"Do you think it's wrong for me to want to rub my hands all over a woman's boobs and even lick her pussy on occasion?"
In reality, she wasn't simply acting. She had found herself drawn to women and had tried with a few companions at Hogwarts, particularly her roommate. But she hadn't done anything like that in years, for fear of causing a social scandal in a neighborhood where tongues were wagging.
"Nuh-huh, no," an increasingly muddled Harry replied. I've never heard her use a swear word before, and now she's doing it!
"Thank you!" She stroked Harry on the other shoulder with her left hand, which was imprisoned behind him. Then she let go of her hand. "I don't think so, especially since you know how much I enjoy having a real penis inside me; even just holding them or sucking on a fat boner is so much fun. I guess that makes me bisexual. Do you mind? That I'm bisexual?"
Harry became acutely aware of how close she was to him and how she was surrounding him. He could smell her scent and feel her hands on his flesh. His heart was racing erratically, and he was perspiring profusely.
"Harry?... Sweetie?" .
"Um..." He was too nervous to remember the question.
"Don't worry," she continued, "going down on a woman, sticking my tongue deep into her pussy, and rubbing my hands all over a pair of big hooters is, of course, a lot of fun. Yes! Don't be surprised. Not only guys like big breasts, like your mother's. I love them, in fact, but nothing beats a good, hard cock! So please don't be calling Aunt Narci a carpet muncher any time soon, okay?
He couldn't speak since he was still speechless from what she'd said.
Narcissa simply kept going. "So I just love these pictures. It looks like we have similar tastes in women, don't you think? We obviously both like big D-cups, like your sister's, and even bigger E-cups, like what your mother has. Bigger than that, I don't know. I say there's too much of a good thing sometimes."
"Yeah.... Um, Narcissa, I'm surprised to hear you speaking so... frankly," Harry said shakily. I'm going to pass out if she doesn't stop talking about how attractive bisexuals are!
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just trying to help you with your problem. Remember what I said about trying to sex things up a little bit? Just like these pictures. Now that I see you like them, this is something we can do together more often! I'll show you more of the pictures I like, and you can show me the favorites you find, too. Okay? We can be hot together looking at the same women. Right?"
Harry managed to give a nod.
"There are some really hot stories on the Web that I can show you later as well. You won't have any trouble doing your thing for very long. Is it a deal?"
One of her hands remained on Harry's back, but she removed her other hand from the mouse and extended it in front of him, signaling that she wanted him to shake her hand.
His hand shook more out of habit than anything else. His head had been utterly blown.
"Deal?" she inquired again.
He eventually said, "Deal."
Narcissa started to rise. "I have to get going, but maybe we can do some more of this later tonight, okay?"
She rose up and kissed him goodbye as she went out the door.
Shucks, she thought, I didn't get to accomplish half of the things I wanted to do with this garment, but I suppose I'll just have to take it easy. There was no question he was on the edge. A heart attack, not just an orgasm! Ha! It's a lot of fun! I adore my adorable and innocent little sweetie.
As soon as she went out the door, Harry placed his hand on his exposed penis beneath the desk and blasted a massive load of sperm onto the wooden paneling at the back of his desk. He'd never masturbated anywhere other than his bed or into a towel or tissues before.
Under the desk, he peered up and saw his sperm flowing slowly down the wood and onto the carpet. He leaped to his feet and hurried to get a towel.
Gross! But what an incredible feeling! I've never felt anything like that before, not even with Andromeda when she wrapped her hands around my thing. And I did it with Narcissa in mind? Narci, who is my aunt? What's the matter with me? Why does she have to be such a sexy bisexual vixen? It's almost cruel. Take a look, but don't touch. Ugh!
Harry remained in his room, lying on his bed. He returned numerous times that day, simply thinking about his encounter with Narcissa. What she'd done and said seemed way beyond the horizon of what was possible for a man who was utterly nave in all sexual issues.
She's never looked like that, never spoken like that, and never behaved like that! What exactly is going on? Is she attempting to seduce me? Oh my, what if she really wants to kiss me? What would I do in this situation? Was it merely the heat that made her dress that way? Mom and she discussed being a little sexier, but this is getting out of hand.
Get a hold of yourself, Harry. She has a husband. She's more than twice your age. She's completely out of her league. She would never want to kiss me or do anything like that. She's simply sexing things up, as she put it. But I don't believe she recognizes how talented she is. Christ Jesus! That's the definition of fatal sexiness. That was too much for me to bear. I just wouldn't be able to deal with that.
He finally got up to go, but he couldn't stop himself from glancing at the photo of the enormous boobs that so precisely mirrored Narcissa's reflection. Just a little glance led him to come again. He'd been 0 for 5 all day until Narcissa entered his room. Now, before I go to bed tonight, I'm going to easily beat my all-time record of seven. Oh my goodness! She stated she'd return later tonight to look at more images!